A father whose tears have dried up. He is crying his heart out, hoping that it might reverse the fate for his family. In the middle of the night he recieves a call from his son who is far away in Bombay asking him to wake up and switch the television on. The son also requests his father to pass the phone to his mother and younger brother. The last conversation with his family…barely 23 years of age…no more alive…I wonder how that final conversation with the family went. I can only wonder and ponder but will never know the anguish that, that family went through until it happens to me ! disbelief, shock, bolt out of the blue….I can keep adding but I cannot envelop their emotions.
The manager is running from pillar to post trying to save as many guests as possible. What havoc must his mind be playing while he carried on helping others when his own wife and two little children were caught in the fire upstairs. The fire services could not reach quickly enough to extnguish the fire…and along with the Taj the family burnt too….the man charred for life. I cannot even imagine….was it fear written over those tiny ones and the wife while they caught flame or was it ” this is it, our time has come, lets pray” …and the manager carrying on with his duties even in such immense personal tragedy….
A lady in contact with her husband for the first 8 hours of the terror strike. Her husband and two little ones waiting to hear some news of her safety but no news yet. What must be the state of her husband, inspite of the uncertainity and being very well aware that as time progresses, the glimmer of hope continues to diminish. I cannot even imagine! how would I be in that state, how could he continue to be so graceful inspite of the turmoil…unfathomable..
A two year old baby managed to escape along with his nanny and soon will be reunited with his grandfather and older sister. Parents no more after the attack on their house…..how will he grow up…what will these children go through each passing day for the rest of their lives !
A man about to leave to Aurangabad from CST along with his wife and a little daughter. In the firing at CST the wife and daughter were injured and as they were rushed to the hospital, the father tells the world that his daughter bled to death and wife succumbed soon afterwards.
I know there are many more such grievous tales against humanity. I cannot even fathom the enormity of it all by watching these sad events from my living room. But to say that I am certainly shaken would be an understatement of sorts.
Imagine, having to go through something like this, becoming aware that this might be my last day on the planet…this is the last phone call to my near and dear ones…this is the last of the lasts…
It just does not make sense.
I have rambled on…neither have I edited this post nor do I intend to…There is a sign up petition whose link you will find in Ekanthapadhika’s latest blog titled ” Mumbai” nadirafromkannur.rediffiland.com. I request you all to sign up for it please.
The cynic in all of us will say, ” whats the point !”
The optimist in me says, ” We will never know until we try !!”
